Username:
Hi!! I'm ~Fall Out Boy's Return~! In case you don't know, Fall Out Boy is a punk-pop band who recently came off their four-year hiatus in February with their hit single, My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark. You can just call me FOB, or Fall.
Kia Name:
I want to name him Ryden. It seems punk-rock enough for him! ^^
Quirk:
He has a really bad case of Paranoia. If the lights flicker once around him, he will think that the place is haunted and he is about to meet his end. If there's an eclipse, he will take it as a sign of his oncoming doom. If he hears even the tiniest little noise in dead silence, he'll be petrified that something is about to leap out and destroy him.
His Thoughts on His Quirk:
Well, if you really wanna know, why don't we just interview him! "Hey, Ryden, come over here!"
Ryden: He pads over and sits down quietly, curling his tail around his paws "Yes, Fall?"
Me: "Tano would like to know your thoughts on your paranoia, if that's alright with you."
Ryden: He looks down nervously, shuffling his paws a bit. "I don't want anyone making fun of me, though..."
Me: "Don't worry, sweetie. No one will tease you, and they'll hear directly from me if they do."
Ryden: He looks back up shyly, raising an eyebrow with a concerned expression on his face. "Promise?"
Me: "I promise. Now, what are your thoughts? What's it like living with Paranoia every day?"
Ryden: He sighed, taking a moment to think it over. "Well, first off, imagine that you just saw a really shady man in an alley, with a knife in his hand. You quickly walk away, but you can't shake the feeling off that he's following you. You're terrified that if you turn around, he will be there to take your life. It's like that, only with everything. I get bit by a spider, and I can't shake the feeling off that it might be poisonous. It's like, my mind jumps to the worst possible conclusion to every little thing that happens, and you can't shake it off. You hear a scratch on the wall- you assume someone's trying to break in your window, when really it was your cat. Stuff like that. People just shake it off, like it's stupid. It's not like I can do anything about it, it's a mental disorder. I live with it, though. I put up with it, because if I don't, I won't go anywhere with my life. Not that I'm going to be growing up anytime soon, but I've gotta adapt so I can make my forever-teenage-life bearable. Maybe I can even find a way to make that Paranoia work to my advantage. You gotta live life to it's fullest, right? Even if I am scared of everything, believe me, it sucks. That doesn't mean I'm gonna give up! I'm gonna stand tough, because that's just how I roll." The lights flicker in the interview room, and he jumps. "What was that?" He stuttered out. "This place is ghost-proof, right? Please tell me right!" He begged me, curling up by my feet.
Me: "Honestly, Ryd', I have no clue. I guess it might be..."
Ryden: He freaked out a bit and ran into a cupboard, pulling out a bag of salt and proceeding to make a salt circle around himself, then sitting in the middle. "They can't get me now..." He muttered.
Other: WIP